If I was questioned I was to say this was all consensual.”
We also worked on my cover story, which was that I was a student from Louisville and was so in awe of him that I decided to become his submissive girlfriend. “I had to learn what it felt like and how much it hurt and how I was supposed to respond. “We practiced endlessly on each piece of equipment,” she says. In a special dungeon, Bruce put Jill through sensory deprivation exercises. What followed was a grueling six weeks of “training” to ready Jill for her clients. Then he untied her wrists and left her crumpled on the floor. She would work for him as a submissive for sadistic clients. Afterwards, Bruce, breathing heavily from the effort, informed Jill that she was now his slave. Jill was bound, gagged, suspended from a beam by her wrists, raped and beaten. I was so scared I started sobbing and he leveled me with a backhand.” We stepped out of the car into a place that smelled like a musty basement. At one point we stopped and I heard a garage door go up. He kept telling me we were going to his office downtown, but I could tell from the sounds outside that we had gotten off the freeway and were somewhere rural. “But I was already in the back of his car and I didn’t know what to do. “As soon as he put the blindfold on, I knew something was wrong,” says Jill. Bruce relented and invited her into his car, where he blindfolded her. As he stormed off, Jill ran after him and begged him to reconsider, promising that she would ask no more questions. Bruce stood up angrily, shouting that she had asked a stupid question and he wasn’t going to help her. Excited at the prospect of work, but also wary, Jill asked if the “position” would involve prostitution. I thought, ‘Gosh, somebody finally understands and cares.’”īruce told Jill that he ran an entertainment agency and offered her a chance to audition. He picked up that I was a homeless runaway and was really sympathetic. He came up to me and said 'Hi.' He was gorgeous and charming. “He looked like my teenage crush, Lindsey Buckingham from Fleetwood Mac. “I met Bruce while I was sitting in the mall one day,” she recalls. She ate out of dumpsters and slept in the cemetery where police wouldn’t bother her the sprinkler system provided a way to get clean. Jill began staking out cafés, where she would snatch sandwiches and run. That’s when the enormity of being homeless really hit.” “I spent all my money at an arcade on 'Pacman' and 'Space Invaders.' Then I realized that I had no money for food. When the friend’s parents turned her away, Jill became homeless. With only $100 in her pocket, Jill hitchhiked to Cincinnati to live with a friend. She was informed that there was no room for her and she would have to find a new place to live.
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Later, the boyfriend decided that little Jill was an exciting fringe benefit and continued to rape her with her mother’s full knowledge and consent.Īt the end of 9th grade, Jill’s parents moved to a new house. She told him it was a punishment, and to make it hurt. Enraged, her mother offered the boyfriend the opportunity to penetrate her daughter. Jill was raped for the first time at 5 years old when she wandered unknowingly into a bedroom during a sex act between her mother and her mother’s boyfriend. But secrets seethed beneath the family’s respectable exterior. Jill was born in New Hampshire during the '60s, the daughter of a prominent, middle-class family with ties to the local school board. It is a lesson of redemption and courage, second chances and taking chances. Her story of brutal rape, of slavery, of dungeons, of "50 Shades of Grey" bondage gone horribly awry, was so dark and harrowing that one wondered how she had even survived, much less summoned the strength to stand before us.Īs I came to know her over the years, to enjoy her dry sense of humor, her keen intelligence, her blunt manner of speaking that forces you to take off every mask, I learned the other side of her story too. Standing behind a podium ironically flanked by crosses, the tall redhead delivered a presentation so spellbinding that the audience seemed to breathe and gasp in unison. I met Jill Brenneman in 2011 at a conference for sex workers in Asheville, North Carolina.
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